Neptune
(#49363077)
Level 1 Skydancer
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Skydancer
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.41 m
Wingspan
6.24 m
Weight
738.26 kg
Genetics
Pearl
Poison
Poison
Pearl
Trail
Trail
Pearl
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Lineage
Biography
Neptune
born Nerites
The Siren of the Dawn
A Tale of Power Found
I frown at the dragon before me, my tail curled delicately around my feet as I peer at her. Neither of us have spoken since I was taken to her quarters, though some would say I chose to visit her. I made sure of that, keeping my head held high and taking my time, but the Pearlcatcher who brought me here was enough to tell me that this was no choice of mine. That, and the Leviathan beneath the ship rumbling every time I tried to walk any slower. I can already hear the fleeting thoughts of the crew, faint murmurs of a shipwrecked prince, if not some other kind noble, walking the few halls of the Silver Raven. I push them to the back of my mind, intent on the Skydancer before me, her dark feathers a stark contrast to my own.
I do not balk under her gaze. She may be the captain of this ship, but I am not some silverfish eating away at her hull, and she knows it. I know she is trying to read me, just as I am trying to read her. I can see her frustration, yet it is a pale reflection of my own. Every dragon I ever crossed, be they of noble blood or the lowest rank of a Mirror pack, has been akin to an open book for me to read. The longer I stay with them, the clearer the text. Sometimes, I can even predict what they will say long before they even consider speaking their thoughts aloud. And yet, here on the Silver Raven, I find myself practically blind. Oh yes, the crew are easy enough for the most part. I still believe the Pearlcatcher who led me dislikes me, and would throw me to the Leviathan she watches over if only she could get away with it. But even the emotions of the Captain before me seem muted at best, and I cannot help but wonder at this strange drake, albeit through a veil of discontent.
The door opening interrupts our silent battle, and I refuse to turn towards the newcomer. I will not be the first to break eye contact with the Captain. Out of the corner of my eye, another Skydancer approaches, icy sludge shifting beneath a thin film over his chest. I’m not surprised, seeing as I’ve met dragons with capsule before, and some of them carry rather odd concoctions within. Ice, or at least the stage between fully frozen ice and the churning water below, would not be the strangest I have encountered. I expect to see pale, icy eyes to match his coat, but am surprised once again to see twin rubies looking to the Captain. It seems I must become accustomed to surprises on this ship. I see her signal to him, and he dips his head before speaking.
“We took some of the crew to the berg, Captain Firth, as per your request. Fourteen dead, and many more missing. Merchant’s vessels they may be, but there were more rooms with luggage on all five than bodies.” He is looking at me now, and I mask my pride as best I can. I’m quite proud of my talents, and knowing this blank slate couldn’t even find everything is much better than simple compliments on my voice. In fact, I feel more pride in his failure than the shame that accompanies his announcement. After all, I hadn’t known those merchants would sail straight into the ice spires upon hearing my song. Perhaps the merchants would try to visit, as many have before, earning me some new baubles to adorn my lair, but I’d never thought my voice could kill so easily, especially by mistake. The Silver Raven may very well be lucky those merchants had died, else I would’ve continued singing outside my own den, and the crew I can sense around me might very well have perished in their stead.
The Captain is frowning at me now, and I can see her claws tapping on her desk, beginning to poke rather small holes in the map pinned there. I recognize it as a map of the Starfall Isles, detailing ley lines and how they may affect the ship as she passes along the shore. I know she wants me to speak, to try and defend myself for the skeletons found on the island, but I remain silent. I will speak whenever I choose, and no sooner. Suddenly, her claws dig into the map, ripping through the observatory, and I can hardly hold back a flinch as she glares at me. It is a struggle to maintain my level gaze as she speaks, her voice like daggers of ice.
“Five ships. Five Light-blinded merchant vessels, each one rooted to the deadly spires, and only fourteen bodies between them with signs of many more besides. A dangerous pass, one easy to miss, and yet all of them chose to sail it while you were on the berg.” I wait for her to lash out at me. I would expect no less. I’m the only survivor, according to what little evidence they have, and I hadn’t told them of the deaths. What I get is yet another surprise to me.
“And yet no mapmaker out there believes it important enough to add such a natural trap to their maps!” The Starfall Isles rest in shreds beneath her now, and I cannot help but feel they are an accurate representation of my own thoughts at that moment. I miss some of the conversation in my own fixation on the desecrated map, but I snap back to attention as she admonishes the other Skydancer.
“I’d say the fellow has more common sense than you, Quartermaster. He has the sense to keep quiet about the dead on the berg when around a haggard crew that, might I add, are still on edge about my decision to keep Halvor with us. If word got out that these waters held uncharted dangers such as the spires, dangers that could kill the crews of five merchant ships, we’d have a full-blown mutiny on our claws!” I can see her ruffled feathers, and the surprise in the Quartermaster’s eyes at her words, but she is right. I could sense the tension in the air, and I would rather not be caught up in topside drama if I can help it. In fact, at this point, I’d rather return to my den on the berg if possible. And yet, this Captain is still peering at me, and her anger has subsided to an extent. She almost seems thoughtful.
“Aros, go topside and calm the crew. Also, try to rein in Halvor. I understand Kai has been neglectful in her duties, especially when it comes to his more destructive tendencies.” I don’t watch the Quartermaster, Aros, leave. I will not let this drake read more than she must. There is silence once more as the door clicks shut, and I wait for her to make the first move. Her claws are tapping again, and this time I feel a slight irritation at them.
“The shipwrecks aren’t your fault.” I feel a pinprick of confusion at her statement, at least until she clarifies. “I doubt you even knew you were a siren. You couldn’t have known your song could be so powerful.” I cannot mask my surprise, and I silently curse myself for that little slip. “Oh yes, your words hold enough sway to rival a king, but your song is where your true power lies. None of it would work without your keen senses, especially with the gem atop your head reading the emotions of those around you, but you already know that. You just didn’t know why.” I stare at her, confused. I try to speak, but she cuts me off.
“No, I don’t want to know more about the merchants. In fact, I don’t want to send you away at all. You see, you have a talent few drakes have, and a useful one at that. And yet it is a talent you cannot fully control, despite your best efforts. The merchants are proof enough of that. No, I’d rather enjoy your company aboard this ship, as a guest.” Suddenly, I hear a loud cracking noise. I know where it’s coming from, but the Captain’s gaze keeps me rooted to the spot. I can hear the bellow outside, feel it shake the timbers beneath my feet as the Captain smiles.
“You see, with the Leviathan guiding us, we’ve found ourselves immune to quite a few tricks, including the song of a siren. In fact, Halvor is quite useful for many purposes, such as clearing out natural traps that could shipwreck an entire crew. Those spires were in our way, and now they’re not.” The implication is clear to me as she peers at me with her own level gaze. I have no choice. Reluctantly, I nod my head.
“Good. I’ll send Aros with you to collect your things from the berg, and we can be off.” She gets up, turning away from her desk to look out at the berg I called home. I can see Halvor, their tamed Leviathan, breach the surface with a large spike in his jaws. “Oh, by the way…” She looks back at me, as if I had begun to leave when my claws are rooted to the spot. I expect a more sinister smile for one who has threatened to destroy my home with her giant pet, but instead I find sympathy in those murky eyes. “I really would enjoy your company, siren. Some may say I’m foolish for it, but I’m more than willing to try and help you when it comes to controlling your voice.” Finally, I find myself able to move, yet I cannot control the surge of emotions running through me. I feel rage at her for threatening my home, and for taking pity on me. Pity! As if I were some wild Loreley who mindlessly sang sailors to their deaths! I had been careful before, and the merchants never tried to pass the spires until my last song! I am not a clueless guppy swimming into the net of a fisher’s boat!
And yet… I’m scared of my voice, especially after the accident, and I loathe myself even more for it. I haven’t sung since, and hardly spoken a word either. The incident had been almost a year ago, and I hadn’t even left the berg I called home in fear of what my voice could do. I loathe her for her antics, but I also know that I need help. That I want help. I realize that I’m stalling at this point, and that this time I must answer her. I hesitate for a moment longer, fearful of what my voice might make her do, before I get the words out. A part of me isn’t surprised at how melodic my voice is, even after a year of silence.
“I accept your offer, Captain Firth, but I do have a name.” She seems surprised at how easily I agree, how I don’t fight against her. I feel a surge of childish glee at that, and I arch my neck proudly as I continue.
“My name is Neptune, and I expect to be addressed as such.”
With that, I turn and leave her quarters, searching for Aros so I can retrieve the few baubles I own. I will not leave even the smallest sliver behind, and I mean to retrieve my harp before some other drake goes and tries to play it. If I am to learn to control my voice, and in turn my song, I will certainly need it.
Firth watches the siren leave, and remains silent as the door clicks softly behind him. She feels the tension leave her shoulders, and a sigh escapes her beak as she sags back into her chair. She looks out at her Leviathan as he clears the way for her ship, and she lets out a shaky chuckle as her mind races. Finally, her unfocused gaze turns up to the roof of her quarters, and she takes a deep breath.
“Neptune, the Siren of the Dawn. He’s the one who can sing the Song of Ages, a siren of old reborn only once per age, and he doesn’t even know it.” She closes her eyes, her head hitting the back of her chair.
“This is going to be interesting.”
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